My name is Edward, i'm writing this for documentation purposes concerning the disappearance of my friend Jamsie. I've gotten most of my information about this disappearance through an anonymous friend, some of my memories may be a bit fuzzy but I remember the general gist of the whole ordeal, some parts in more detail than others.

I met Anon through Discord, he approached me in DM and asked if I knew anyone named Jamsie. I told him I did but that he's probably a different person from who the Anon is looking for. He typed for about 4-5 minutes and sent a whole paragraph explaining who he is, why he's contacting me, and what happened to Jamsie and himself. After a few more minutes of exchange through DM, I asked for proof of Jamsie going missing, and that he is who he says he is. Anon sent a picture of himself as proof, I recognised him since when me and Jamsie sometimes went out together he would sometimes bring along Anon and some other guys I never talked to. He then immediately linked an article by The New York Times about "A 16 year old teenager named Jamsie mysteriously goes missing..." I started to trust Anon and we started investigating.

Anon started off by sending me all the texts, DMs, Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr posts that he found that eluded to something being wrong or his mental state declining. A notable aspect of all the evidence was that he started acting differently sometime after April 14. His posts and replies were more spastic in a way, his grammar and spelling started to fall off, and he complained a lot about his lack of sleep and crippling insomnia which surprised me as, the last time I saw him, which was on March 9th (I remember this since that was his birthday), he was acting completely normal.

After digging around for about 2 days I came across a Twitter post on January 26th which read, "what the hell am i doing just sitting here, i need sunlight or a break or something, im probably going to move somewhere upstate or something, i cant deal with this garbage anymore". Reading that triggered a memory of Jamsie texting me he was moving upstate, he shared with me 3 houses and an apartment he was planning on checking out, unfortunately he never followed up on which house or apartment he picked, but it was a start. I shared this with Anon and he became thrilled.

For the sake of not making anyone able to track me i'll be referring to the locations we when to as, "First House", "Second House", etc. We met up at the First House at noon, Anon arrived about 1 hour earlier than expected since he lived closer. Once I got there we greeted each other and knocked on the door. No response. Anon looked through the window and noticed that there's no furniture inside, I urged that we should leave since the place didn't seem to have anyone living inside. But, to my suprise, Anon started lock picking the door. I tried to get him to stop while not trying to cause a scene or look suspicious, since the First House was located in a Suburban area and the sun was starting to set. He remarked that "he'll be quick" and looked around inside whilst I waited near my car. A few minutes passed and Anon came outside. He found nothing. We both went back to our homes and started plotting on where to go next.

A week later after the catastrophe of the First House, we decided to go to the Second House at 4:30 PM which was a little less far for me than the first one. I arrive a few minutes earlier than Anon this time and we go to check it out. This time the house looks much nicer than the first, tons of glass panes, the theme color was white, very modern but in a more secluded area. Anon and I walk up to front slide door and I note that this time there's furniture, and it definitely seemed like someone lives or used to live here since there were household objects scattered around, and food in the fridge, Anon opens the slide door which was oddly unlocked, this time he goes inside and I follow hesitantly. He finds a sheet of paper on the desk with the front side saying, "An open letter to [Anon's name] From: Jamsie". Anon flips it around and it reads, from what I can remember, it talked about how much he hates Anon and all the trouble and mental stress Anon has put on him. Anon reacts confused, I start questioning him on what Jamsie means by this, he explains that he knew Jamsie was having troubles with his mental health. He had been having delusions and spastic episodes, Anon thought it was either some form of psychosis or schizophrenia and tried to get Jamsie help but ever since Jamsie had been blaming Anon for all his problems despite Anon trying to help. I was convinced since Anon did seem to me to be telling the truth and we both went back to our homes once again. I ask how he knew we were coming here and he tells me that they used to share the same Discord account for business purposes but when Jamsie went missing Anon made it a personal account. Anon tells me when he gets back home he'll change the password and we both drive back to our houses.

3 or 4 days later we go to the Third House in the afternoon. This one was the farthest of the three but was still in the same suburban area as the first. Long story short, we go to the house, Anon lock picks it and I do nothing about it this time since I just wanted this to be over with, I wait at my car again, and Anon tells me he found nothing.

6 hours pass and he says that we have to go to the apartment immediately, I ask why, he responds, "I'll tell you when we get there", I say, "Well, i guess we don't have much to lose" and agree to go. Anon meets me at the parking lot and we go to straight to some seemingly random door. Anon asks me if he remembers when he said that there was nothing at the Third House, I respond, "Yes", he tone-deafly explains that he lied to me, then shows me a note he says he found in the bathroom mirror, it read "Changing passwords isn't enough. I'm at [Number of apartment door], meet me." I start arguing with Anon because he lied to me, I tell him to shut up and I start knocking on the door shouting for Jamsie, after a few seconds of no response I turn the knob, the door opens and I walk in. I shout "JAMSIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, I AM TIRED OF YOUR SHITE, GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW". Anon follows me in reluctantly. I close the door and we both go to the living room. Total silence. The door to the bedroom opens up slightly, with a very loud screech. We both walk in slowly and turn on the lights. Anon heads in first and I after, we stop dead and my hands run cold as we spot a hooded figure on the balcony with his head down. The figure turns to us, still keeping his head down, me and Anon step back to the wall in shock as the man closes the bedroom door. He turns to us and proceeds to say, "Eddie, i'm glad you're here", I recognise the voice and my body freezes on the spot. It was Jamsie. Jamsie pulls his head up and puts down his hood, his hair was all scraggly and messy, his face looked like he hadn't seen sleep for days. "Now I can tell you all about what this bastard did to me", Jamsie reaches for his pocket and Anon pleads, "N- No Jamsie don-", a sound as loud as a firework goes off, Anon drops to the ground with a hole in his chest, he dies immediately. Jamsie stands over Anon's fresh corpse, i'm in complete shock, my body was fully pressed against the wall but Jamsie appeared unfazed. "Sit down" Jamsie shouts, I don't know how to react so I just sit down on a nearby chair in the corner without thought. "Now let me tell you the story of how one man ruined my life". He continues, "Anon thought it would be real funny to sneak into my house every night and just stay there, every night to taunt me, well now he can stay in my goddamn house forever". Jamsie pauses to look at the body, "Did he tell you he tried to help me? That I have 'delusions' or something", I nod, "well he's been playing you the entire time", "he only used you so he could find my location and taunt me more y'know". "But, why would he do that" I say in a stammer, "Because HE'S A PSYCHO, HE WILL DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU AND HURT ME AND HURT ANYONE HE THINKS IS RIPE TO MESS WITH", "YOU SHOULD BE GLAD, GLAD I KILLED THIS WORTHLESS GARBAGE BEFORE IT HURT ANYONE ELSE". I just stared to the floor, hopeless, I couldn't feel anything. "Now get out of here", I slowly get up and walk out the door shivering and stuttering all the way home.

I decided to go to a local police station and report Jamsie's murder, a few weeks later Jamsie gets caught and put in jail. I don't even know who to believe, was Jamsie having delusions or did Anon really do those things, but at this point I try not to think about it. I moved out of the state a month later after having to go to Jamsie's court case, he got convicted, 5 years for first degree murder. I'm now living alone and free of everything that has happened, after this is posted I hope to start a new life.

Jamsie, if you ever read this, I hope you got help.